Long time no blog

Well it's been about four years since I have written a blog post of any kind so here I go, I any to steer off easy and kind of get into the swing of things again so I have decided that I will post a thing that I wrote about a year ago when I was trying to figure ou the most intriguing confusing thing ever... Women. Women: trying to understand the astounding To you, Whom it may concern, Feminine gentle creatures, you’re a mystery far more puzzling than space or the deepest oceans and yet infinitely more magnificent. To you who like some of the same songs we like, and some of the same songs we pretend not to like. To you who follow a sport (it’s probably football.) If you have a sin it’s probably salt, not Chocolate.  To you who remember which one of us you kissed first; we remember you, too. You think we kissed you, but in truth you kissed us. You who are more patient than we are, but you’re patience is far from infinite, and your rage, once triggered, runs deeper. You know how to hold a grudge. And yet stick with us longer than we deserve. You’re hearts beat faster than ours yet you live longer (That doesn’t make any sense.) To you who play bass guitar in an otherwise all-male band, and those who wear clear nail polish or none at all. You who look radiant in a $2,000 dress as well as a flannel shirt. You who broke a boy’s heart in 7th grade. You probably didn’t even know you did it, but you did.  You who if someone had harmed your child are capable of violence just as we are. You who would look beautiful without your tattoo or more of them. To you who still catch yourself wondering what life would have been like with him. To you who wars have been fought over since God made woman. You have given us purpose, to protect you from dragons, evil men, or even just the harsh word.  To you who are waiting for your knight to come riding in and swoop you off your feet. Or you who have already found him. I would just like to thank you for putting up with our tempers, our stubbornness, and even our mid-life crises. You who will miss us when we’re dead and gone, but not as much as we would miss you. Maybe that’s why we die first. Your hearts beat faster, but we must ride into the night to make ready your coming Sincerely and truly yours,    -Man